When you are sitting in an empty McDonald’s at 8:45 on a Sunday night (save a homeless man at the end of your banquette), you are obsessively replaying the 2 minute speech you just gave with shaky hands and an even shakier voice to a class of fellow apathetic community college students, the waitstaff is flipping the chairs onto the tables and sweeping around you, and Billy Joel’s “Just The Way You Are” is blaring over the restaurant’s sound system,